Long ago in starry nights, while asking life questions, and wondering what life was all about, I wrote my first poem about a cat sitting on a mat.I was 7 then and did not understand the meaning of self-expression, but it made me happy. I remember the moment.

Over time, poetry has been a friend that I neglected quite so often, and a love that did not leave me.

When poetry comes to me in the form of a few verses , I pour it here :

When it is a thought that needs to be captured in the moment I tag it here

And the 'She' series is a story in the making, only coming to me in jumbled form, I collect it here